“I hate this,” Jake said morosely.
Roland said, “So do I.”
THREE
Eddie was sittin and whittlin on the Jaffordses’ porch, listening to some confused story of Gran-pere’s and nodding in what he hoped were the right places, when Roland and Jake rode up. Eddie put away his knife and sauntered down the steps to meet them, calling back over his shoulder for Suze.
He felt extraordinarily good this morning. His fears of the night before had blown away, as our most extravagant night-fears often do; like the Pere’s Type One and Type Two vampires, those fears seemed especially allergic to daylight. For one thing, all the Jaffords children had been present and accounted for at breakfast. For another, there was indeed a shoat missing from the barn. Tian had asked Eddie and Susannah if they’d heard anything in the night, and nodded with gloomy satisfaction when both of them shook their heads.
“Aye. The mutie strains’ve mostly run out in our part of the world, but not in the north. There are packs of wild dogs that come down every fall. Two weeks ago they was likely in Calla Amity; next week we’ll be shed of em and they’ll be Calla Lockwood’s problem. Silent, they are. It’s not quiet I mean, but mute. Nothin in here.” Tian patted a hand against his throat. “Sides, it ain’t like they didn’t do me at least some good. I found a hell of a big barn-rat out there. Dead as a roek. One of em tore its head almost clean off.”
“Nasty,” Hedda had said, pushing her bowl away with a theatrical grimace.
“You eat that porridge, miss,” Zalia said. “It’ll warm’ee while you’re hanging out the clothes.”
“Maw-Maw, why-y-yy?”
Eddie had caught Susannah’s eye and tipped her a wink. She winked back, and everything was all right.
Okay, so she’d done a little wandering in the night. Had a little midnight snack. Buried the leavings. And yes, this business of her being pregnant had to be addressed. Of course it did. But it would come out all right, Eddie felt sure of it. And by daylight, the idea that Susannah could ever hurt a child seemed flat-out ridiculous.
“Hile, Roland. Jake.” Eddie turned to where Zalia had come out onto the porch. She dropped a curtsy. Roland took off his hat, held it out to her, and then put it back on.
“Sai,” he asked her, “you stand with your husband in the matter of fighting the Wolves, aye?”
She sighed, but her gaze was steady enough. “I do, gunslinger.”
“Do you ask aid and succor?”
The question was spoken without ostentation—almost conversationally, in fact—but Eddie felt his heart gave a lurch, and when Susannah’s hand crept into his, he squeezed it. Here was the third question, the key question, and it hadn’t been asked of the Calla’s big farmer, big rancher, or big businessman. It had been asked of a sodbuster’s wife with her mousy brown hair pulled back in a bun, a smallhold farmer’s wife whose
skin, although naturally dark, had even so cracked and coarsened from too much sun, whose housedress had been faded by many washings. And it was right that it should be so, perfectly right. Because the soul of Calla Bryn Sturgis was in four dozen smallhold farms just like this, Eddie reckoned. Let Zalia Jaffords speak for all of them. Why the hell not?
“I seek it and say thankya,” she told him simply. “Lord God and Man Jesus bless you and yours.”
Roland nodded as if he’d been doing no more than passing the time of day. “Margaret Eisenhart showed me something.”
“Did she?” Zalia asked, and smiled slightly. Tian came plodding around the corner, looking tired and sweaty, although it was only nine in the morning. Over one shoulder was a busted piece of harness. He wished Roland and Jake a good day, then stood by his wife, a hand around her waist and resting on her hip.
“Aye, and told us the tale of Lady Oriza and Gray Dick.”
” Tis a fine tale,” she said.
“It is,” Roland said. “I’ll not fence, lady-sai. Will’ee come out on the line with your dish when the time comes?”
Tian’s eyes widened. He opened his mouth, then shut it again. He looked at his wife like a man who has suddenly been visited by a great revelation.
“Aye,” Zalia said.
Tian dropped the harness and hugged her. She hugged him back, briefly and hard, then turned to Roland and his friends once more.
Roland was smiling. Eddie was visited by a faint sense of unreality, as he always was when he observed this phenomenon. “Good. And will you show Susannah how to throw it?”
Zalia looked thoughtfully at Susannah. “Would she learn?”
“I don’t know,” Susannah said. “Is it something I’m supposed to learn, Roland?”
“Yes.”
“When, gunslinger?” Zalia asked.
Roland calculated. “Three or four days from now, if all goes well. If she shows no aptitude, send her back to me and we’ll try Jake.”
Jake started visibly.
“I think she’ll do fine, though. I never knew a gunslinger who didn’t take to new weapons like birds to a new pond. And I must have at least one who can either throw the dish or shoot the bah, for we are four with only three guns we can rely on. And I like the dish. Like it very well.”
“I’ll show what I can, sure,” Zalia said, and gave Susannah a shy look.
“Then, in nine days’ time, you and Margaret and Rosalita and Sarey Adams will come to the Old Fella’s
house and we’ll see what we’ll see.”
“You have a plan?” Tian asked. His eyes were hot with hope.
“I will by then,” Roland said.
FOUR
They rode toward town four abreast at that same ambling gait, but where the East Road crossed another, this one going north and south, Roland pulled up. “Here I leave you for a little while,” he told them. He pointed north, toward the hills. “Two hours from here is what some of the Seeking Folk call Manni Calla and others call Manni Redpath. It’s their place by either name, a little town within the larger one. I’ll meet with Henchick there.”
“Their dinh,” Eddie said.
Roland nodded. “Beyond the Manni village, another hour or less, are a few played-out mines and a lot of caves.”
“The place you pointed out on the Tavery twins’ map?” Susannah asked.
“No, but close by. The cave I’m interested in is the one they call Doorway Cave. We’ll hear of it from Callahan tonight when he finishes his story.”
“Do you know that for a fact, or is it intuition?” Susannah asked.
“I know it from Henchick. He spoke of it last night. He also spoke of the Pere. I could tell you, but it’s best we hear it from Callahan himself, I think. In any case, that cave will be important to us.”
“It’s the way back, isn’t it?” Jake said. “You think it’s the way back to New York.”
“More,” the gunslinger said. “With Black Thirteen, I think it might be the way to everywhere and everywhen.”
“Including the Dark Tower?” Eddie asked. His voice was husky, barely more than a whisper.
“I can’t say,” Roland replied, “but I believe Henchick will show me the cave, and I may know more then.
Meanwhile, you three have business in Took’s, the general store.”
“Do we?” Jake asked.
“You do.” Roland balanced his purse on his lap, opened it, and dug deep. At last he came out with a leather drawstring bag none of them had seen before.
“My father gave me this,” he said absently. “It’s the only thing I have now, other than the ruins of my younger face, that I had when I rode into Mejis with my ka-mates all those years ago.”
They looked at it with awe, sharing the same thought: if what the gunslinger said was true, the little leather
bag had to be hundreds of years old. Roland opened it, looked in, nodded. “Susannah, hold out your hands.”
She did. Into her cupped palms he poured perhaps ten pieces of silver, emptying the bag.
“Eddie, hold out yours.”
“Uh, Roland, I think the cupboard’s bare.”
“Hold out your hands.”
Eddie shrugged and did so. Roland tipped the bag over them and poured out a dozen gold pieces, emptying the bag.
“Jake?”
Jake held out his hands. From the pocket in the front of the poncho, Oy looked on with interest. This time the bag disgorged half a dozen bright gemstones before it was empty. Susannah gasped.
“They’re but garnets,” Roland said, almost apologetically. “A fair medium of exchange out here, from what they say. They won’t buy much, but they will buy a boy’s needs, I think.”
“Cool!” Jake was grinning broadly. “Say thankya! Big-big!”
They looked at the empty sack with silent wonder, and Roland smiled. “Most of the magic I once knew or had access to is gone, but you see a little lingers. Like soaked leaves in the bottom of a teapot.”